Quiet Mornings

listening to the refrigerator hum and my left ear buzz.... I think it's sinus congestion again and I think it's due to our fluctuating weather patterns here.

But I didn't come here to talk about the weather, even if it's snowing...again... I'll resist the urge to attack the weather with a blowtorch and get back to my discussion.

So, sounds. There is one sound I've loved since I can remember and you're going to think it odd. It's the sound of typing... first on those typewriters with the exciting ding and 'whir' at the end of the sentence, then on computers, and now on laptops. I know it sounds crazy, but it's kind of prophetic now. To me there is something soothing about it. It helps zone my mind out so that I can just let the words flow onto the paper and it's a sound I can focus on and tune everything else out. It doesn't matter if I'm writing Sebastian's story, working on my large novel, or even if I'm just writing up my resume, the world disappears when I focus on that tap-tap-tappa sound of my fingers across the keys. And I've noticed some keys make different sounds, so it's almost like its own kind of music in a way. A delirious, you probably think I'm crazy kind of way... but listen to it one time and see if you don't agree.

Now I'm not totally insane, remember I'm legally sane. The other sound I can hear right now and I love is the sound of my wonderful, love him to pieces, boyfriend sleeping in the other room. That too is a relaxing sound and perfectly normal.

So, the goal for this quiet morning? Well, I'm going to finish off another cup of coffee, ignore the snow falling beyond the window glass, shower, and then cook up a wonderful breakfast. After that I have to work tonight. At work, I plan on writing... hopefully on Destiny Fulfilled, but really on anything that strikes my fancy.

I think the problem with Fulfilled is trying to get that ending done right. I hate writing everything out knowing I'll have massive construction to do to it after, but the characters aren't budging. I guess it could always happen that it comes out just fine, but I doubt it. So it's kind of like running into a wall, backing up and running into it again. It's a little silly tug of war, but I've had them before in the writing process. In the end, I just need a quiet place with no distractions and a few good hours to just get it all down on the page. Hopefully sometime this week. :-)

Watching the snow fall and thinking it'd be pretty if there wasn't so much already on the ground and it was still, oh gee, I don't know... Christmas...

Jennifer